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[Illustration: I SAW AND RECOGNIZED THE MYSTERIOUS
MIDNIGHT VISITOR.]

THE ARGOSY.
FEBRUARY, 1891.

THE FATE OF THE HARA DIAMOND.
CHAPTER V.
AT ROSE COTTAGE.
On regaining my senses I found myself in a cozy little bed in a cozy
little room, with an old gentleman sitting by my side gently chafing one
of my hands--a gentleman with white hair and a white moustache, with
a ruddy face and a smile that made me all in love with him at first sight.
"Did I not say that she would do famously in a little while?" he cried, in
a cheery voice that it did one good to listen to. "I believe the Poppetina
has only been hoaxing us all this time: pretending to be half-drowned
just to find out whether anyone would make a fuss about her. Is not that
the truth, little one?"
"If you please, sir, where am I? And are you a doctor?" I asked, faintly.
"I am not a doctor, either of medicine or law," answered the
white-haired gentleman. "I am Major Strickland, and this place is Rose
Cottage--the magnificent mansion which I call my own. But you had
better not talk, my dear--at least not just yet: not till the doctor himself
has seen you."

"But how did I get here?" I pleaded. "Do tell me that, please."
"Simply thus. My nephew Geordie was out mooning on the bridge
when he heard a cry for help. Next minute he saw you and your boat go
over the weir. He rushed down to the quiet water at the foot of the falls,
plunged in, and fished you out before you had time to get more than
half-drowned. My housekeeper, Deborah, put you to bed, and here you
are. But I am afraid that you have hurt yourself among those ugly
stones that line the weir; so Geordie has gone off for the doctor, and we
shall soon know how you really are. One question I must ask you, in
order that I may send word to your friends. What is your name? and
where do you live?"
Before I could reply, the village doctor came bounding up the stairs
three at a time. Five minutes sufficed him for my case. A good night's
rest and a bottle of his mixture were all that was required. A few hours
would see me as well as ever. Then he went.
"And now for the name and address, Poppetina," said the smiling Major.
"We must send word to papa and mamma without a moment's delay."
"I have neither papa nor mamma," I answered. "My name is Janet Hope,
and I come from Deepley Walls."
"From Deepley Walls!" exclaimed the Major. "I thought I knew
everybody under Lady Chillington's roof, but I never heard of you
before to-night, my dear."
Then I told him that I had been only two days with Lady Chillington,
and that all of my previous life that I could remember had been spent at
Park Hill Seminary.
The Major was evidently puzzled by what I had told him. He mused for
several moments without speaking. Hitherto my face had been in
half-shadow, the candle having been placed behind the curtain that fell
round the head of the bed, so as not to dazzle my eyes. This candle the
Major now took, and held it about a yard above my head, so that its full
light fell on my upturned face. I was swathed in a blanket, and while

addressing the Major had raised myself on my elbow in bed. My long
black hair, still damp, fell wildly round my shoulders.
The moment Major Strickland's eyes rested on my face, on which the
full light of the candle was now shining, his ruddy cheek paled; he
started back in amazement, and was obliged to replace the candlestick
on the table.
"Great Heavens! what a marvellous resemblance!" he exclaimed. "It
cannot arise from accident merely. There must be a hidden link
somewhere."
Then taking the candle for the second time, he scanned my face again
with eyes that seemed to pierce me through and through. "It is as if one
had come to me suddenly from the dead," I heard him say in a low
voice. Then with down-bent head and folded arms he took several turns
across the room.
"Sir, of whom do I remind you?" I timidly asked.
"Of someone, child, whom I knew when I was young--of someone who
died long years before you were born." There was a ring of pathos in
his voice that seemed like the echo of some sorrowful story.
"Are you sure that you have no other name than Janet Hope?" he asked,
presently.
"None, sir, that I know of. I have been called Janet Hope ever since I
can